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To inflict punishment in return for injury or insult.
Retaliation, in other words.
The very thing that drags humanity down so low they could care less about whatever else happens to them in the aftermath. Just as long as they get the object of their scorn to suffer for their misdeeds, everything else is irrelevant.
I could only hope that I'll feel some sense of closure once I pursue my own quest. All of my rage and pain that have burdened me would just evaporate and I'll be at peace.
It shouldn't be any different from any other time, per se. My target is very prone to fight back and viciously; that, I know. I'll make sure to make her death slow and painful. She should feel everything that I've felt for the past fifteen years since she mercilessly killed my mother in cold blood.
The irony of it all, she told me that her intention wasn't to do it in front of me, but my mother had it coming.
What has my mother done to you that made you slaughter her like a wild animal
Cherry Blossom in the RainIt was silent.
Tense, but silent.
The wind blew a strand of pink hair out of its place. Never would she have anticipated encountering him again after his departure from the village, no matter how much she had hopelessly yearned for their next meeting.
She was still; her feet was nailed to the ocean of grass beneath her. Indeed, Sakura was delighted to see Sasuke was alive and well, however, things had changed since he left. With all the village affairs that she had taken part in such as, teaching at the academy and training with Lady Tsunade, he was often pushed to the back of her mind. Her hope for his return withered with each passing day.
"Come with me."
Sakura blinked. "What?"
"Come with me." the Uchiha repeated, much to his annoyance. He wouldn't admit it out loud, (if he could help it), but he almost missed team seven.. especially Sakura.
"I told you I was going to come back for you, didn't I?"
"You made such a promise a while back, I never thought you'd make an ef
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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